this is weak compared to the other asks you get BUT frank licking at your piss soaked cunt after you accidentally piss yourself when he was about to go down on you.
it's accidental on your part but not on his :(( he knows exactly how much water you've been drinking - he's been the one to put the bottle in your hand more often than not, tilting it for you and encouraging you to finish it all so he can refill it :)
so it's no surprise when he has you on your back fisting the sheets w his tongue deep in your cunt and you start wriggling more than usual! your belly feels so full, and it doesn't help that he has an arm holding you down, forearm pressing down on your tummy so the fullness builds and builds and —
"w-wait!" you whimper, nails digging into his arm trying to push him away, "wait, Frankie m'gonna—"
he hums into your pussy, unperturbed, "just let go, baby, let me have it"
"it's not—" you're mortified, heat spreading to your cheeks and you can barely hold eye contact. "feels like I have to..." your brows scrunch, lips downturned "... pee"
frank is endeared, bordering on cuteness aggression as he nips at your sticky pussy lips before digging even deeper into your hole with a wet slurp. "I know, pup, make a mess on me c'mon"
he can tell you're still too shy to fully let go, even though he's almost certain it's beginning to cramp up. but frank is a helpful boyfriend, thoughtful and caring, so he presses his forearm deeper into your belly and starts flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongue. soon enough, you're spraying into his mouth, squealing, with a mix of cum and pee and he drinks it all in, rubs his scruffy jaw against it gets all wet and slick in it.
he's laughing a little as he stands up "don't be embarrassed, baby, I loved it" your hands are over your face in a mix of humiliation and inexplicable horniness. both your chests heaving. through the gap between your fingers you look at frank in his smirking glory trailing down to the droplets that coat his neck and upper chest - and then, all the way down, to the wet spot on his grey sweatpants, sticky and white. he winks, "trust me, we're doing that again."
